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"'I can't see you,' she complains. When had she perfected that
peculiarly petulant tone?
'I'm here. You remember what I look like don't you?' Beneath his banter,
there is the bedrock sincerity of the question. She does, doesn't she?
'Yes. Big nose.' He snorts tenderly for her; she can almost hear him
smile. 'But I want to look at it anyway.'"
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